Chapter 2: Busted
On my way home I couldn't stop thinking about our night together. How soft her skin was and how smooth and sexy she felt writhing around underneath me and on top of me. Her smell was still fresh on my lips. Her succulent juice of love almost smelled fruity, not to mention the perfume she wore drove me insane. I was still having a hard time coming to grips that I had fucked what I considered to be the ultimate young woman. Ah, how would I ever be able to look at her the same?
I had planned on stopping by the local adult shop to pick up some items for our little date tonight, maybe some sexy lube, a vibrator for her, and maybe something for myself. I got to thinking though that the hour was getting late and I might have to wait until this afternoon when the wife would be getting ready to go back to work. Moreover I was still worried about Casey, and Amanda's firm assuredness that she wouldn't suspect a thing. Still I was worried. I was about a mile from the house and realized that Casey had said the night before that she had conditioning practice early this morning around 5am. I was sure she would still be there. My plan was to pull into the garage and make my way posthaste to my bedroom and sleep off my night of indiscretion. My tongue and cock were sore and I needed a break badly so as to be ready for tonight.
I rounded the corner to our street and saw Casey's car parked in the driveway. I immediately stopped the vehicle. I was getting nervous and began to go over excuses that I would need to explain my not being home all night.
"Oh God she's gonna find out!" I said to myself.
I had to be cautious. I would creep into the driveway as quiet as possible and park the car in the bay next to the garage. Casey wouldn't think to look there for my car. Then I could just make my way in the backdoor and up the stairs to my room and I would be home free. It had to work; besides she was probably in bed.
I gently pulled the car as quietly as possible into the bay, shut it off, and opened the door. I slithered out like the beast I had become and quietly made my way around the back walk. When I reached the privacy fence surrounding the pool I stopped and trained an ear on some familiar noises. There was splashing coming from the pool. No voices, just splashing. I gently crept up to the fence and peered through the openings in the slats. At first I could not see much and then I saw her. Casey was in the pool swimming, doing a breaststroke. I followed her all the way to the ladder and to my surprise she emerged from the pool completely naked. As much as I was enamored with Amanda I decided to sit and watch for a while. After all my stepdaughter was hot, but completely the opposite of Amanda. She was tall and very thin with fair skin and deep piercing green eyes. Long blond hair framed her long, olive shaped face. Yes they were quite the opposites and nearly equally as beautiful.
Casey began drying herself and was lying down on the pool deck rubbing lotion on her stomach and thighs. I got an instant hardon just watching and couldn't help but massage my sore dick through my shorts. She poured the lotion onto her chest and I watched as the viscous oil streamed down her breasts in rivulets and collected at her fair nipples. She rubbed it in, paying careful attention to getting enough on her nipples. With each pass she made her nipples became more and more erect until they were standing at full attention. She was making little moaning sounds as she rubbed in the oil. At this time I was ready for more fucking, and I didn't care whom, even if it was my stepdaughter.
Out of the corner of the cabana that I could barely see I thought I saw another figure walking over to Casey. As the figure came into full view I saw that it was Angie, another one of Casey's friends from volleyball. She was almost a mirror image of my little girl, but with red hair instead of blond and a little less thin, more muscular, and taller even than me. I watched as she performed the same naked ritual as Casey had just done. All the oil, all the skin, all the tits and ass were driving me over the edge. I had to get to my room to relieve myself. My memories of Amanda didn't fade. If anything they grew stronger as this wild sexual instinct took hold of me.
I entered through the backdoor by the gate. I very cautiously walked in front of the patio door and made my way to the staircase to my bedroom. At the bottom step I began fumbling to take off my sandals since I knew they would make noise as I climbed the steps. In one instant of inattention a sandal fell from my hand and landed hard on the ceramic foyer floor. Just as this happened I heard the patio door open. I tried to collect myself quickly but as I turned around Casey was standing there wearing nothing but a very short cover up.
"Where have you been?" She said, frowning.
"Oh, I'm just coming back from a clients'. I had to do some new networking and provide some more security against some spyware threats." I lied.
"Did you just come home or were you here last night?"
"I was here for a little while after I took Amanda home, maybe an hour or so."
"You could have fooled me." She said. "I was up 'til after 2 and didn't hear you come in at all."
"Well you must have just missed me." I stammered. "I was here and then got called out about 3am. Didn't you have conditioning this morning?"
"We were supposed to but it was canceled. I met Angie at the gym and we decided to just come back here for a swim and relaxation after the big win yesterday. Did you get Amanda home alright?"
"Oh, yes. I got her there just fine." My face began to flush.
"Hmm." She said. "Funny that when I spoke to her this morning she said you guys had a little trouble making it to her house."
"Trouble?" I said. "There wasn't any trouble. Just some construction on the roads made it a little more difficult."
I couldn't think of anything else to say. There was no construction on the roads to Amanda's and Casey knew it. She glared at me a little, but in a playful way.
"So how was she?" Casey asked.
"What do you mean?"
"Well, how was she? Was she everything you always expected her to be?"
"I'm not sure I understand what you mean. She was fine." I stammered again.
"Greg, come into the living room. I need to talk to you."
With that she turned and began walking back to the living room. I followed closely trying to figure out what I was going to do, even though I quickly lost my train of thought watching her walk in her cover up as the rear end of it rose to show her beautiful, round, white ass. When we reached the living room she sat on the sofa and told me to sit with her. I did as she asked.
"It's OK, Greg, Dad." She said reassuringly. "I know everything that happened at Amanda's last night right down to the last thrust of your cock into her tight virgin ass."